I’ve been on the road for a few weeks, traveling around the country to meet with doctors, patients, advocacy groups and community centers. My travels have taken me to Denver, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Sacramento and, later this week, Orlando.
It wasn’t easy packing for two-and-a-half weeks, especially since I only own (apparently) 12 pairs of underwear (I recently over-purged that drawer). So now I’m left looking for a laundro-mat in Nobb Hill, San Francisco. Weird, but true.
Despite all the travel, I’m not in any great discomfort. Usually when I sleep away or travel for more than three days I begin to feel the wear-and-tear in my body.
What’s weirder is that, despite all the travel, I’m not in any great discomfort. Usually when I sleep away or travel for more than three days I begin to feel the wear-and-tear in my body (from the bad pillows to the nasty spring mattresses). I’ve done a decent job eating (sort of) healthy food, working out (on occasion … yeah, right) and getting as much sleep as possible.
So while we’re “holding hands with America,” I am conscious to put my health first, wash my hands often, stretch at every opportunity, and not eat crap. Sounds like the making of a travel book …